My book, Garden of Thorns, subtitled, It Isn't Easy, Being a Dominatrix, was published on New Year's Day by Torrid Books. I'm really pleased with it.
It tells the story of Jennie, who suffered many misfortunes, but when she meets leather-clad Galatea and her strange slave, Cyan, her trials really begin. Here's a snippet:
Jennie woke: the car had
stopped. She looked up into Galatea’s smile.
“We’re here.” The woman raised
her arm and Jennie sat upright.
“Where?”
“Home. Where Cyan and I live.
And work.”
It was a street rather like
the one in which she’d been ambushed. Old, brick-built factory and warehouse
units. The car had pulled into an entry and a wide door was lifting itself up
in front. When it was open, the car surged forward into a dark space. The
white-painted wall of the garage was lit up in the headlamps. Random items were
hanging on it. Leaning in the corner was a T-shaped frame made of stout
timbers. Jennie gasped.
Hanging from the ends of the
T-frame were chains, terminating in metal bands.
Manacles.
Behind the car the door was silently closing.
Here's a link to the Torrid Books website:
: http://www.whiskeycreekpress.com/torrid/index.php?main_page=product_info&cPath=61&products_id=775&zenid=c32091252cd5dba1b2371de64451a33c
Showing posts with label perspiration. Show all posts
Showing posts with label perspiration. Show all posts
Thursday, 2 January 2014
Monday, 30 April 2012
Inspiration & Perspiration
On Saturday I felt inspired and wrote 2,500 words. Peace and quiet helped. It was the most I'd written for weeks.
On Sunday I was very reluctant, finding all sorts of things to do, including relax. However, I decided to 'show willing' and sat down to type, expecting to get up again almost immediately. I managed 1,500 words, finishing at 1:30 p.m.
Monday morning I woke about 4 a.m.and couldn't get back to sleep. I was thinking about what I'd written on Sunday, and how it could be developed and improved; also the start of the next chapter. I got up and between 4 and 7 added 400 words to Sunday's and 1,300 words of the next chapter.
And the moral of this tale? Write, whether or not you're inspired. Hammering words out on the machine and into the brain may result in inspiration after all.
On Sunday I was very reluctant, finding all sorts of things to do, including relax. However, I decided to 'show willing' and sat down to type, expecting to get up again almost immediately. I managed 1,500 words, finishing at 1:30 p.m.
Monday morning I woke about 4 a.m.and couldn't get back to sleep. I was thinking about what I'd written on Sunday, and how it could be developed and improved; also the start of the next chapter. I got up and between 4 and 7 added 400 words to Sunday's and 1,300 words of the next chapter.
And the moral of this tale? Write, whether or not you're inspired. Hammering words out on the machine and into the brain may result in inspiration after all.
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